No, it's ham-BUR-ger. Ham-BUR-ger!

I was talking to The Littl'un this afternoon about what we could have for supper tonight. "Hmmm. We could have hamburgers..." I said as I peered into the freezer. I looked over at my son, and he had an uncertain look on his face and one finger in his nostril, the universal sign for "booger."
His thought:
"What on earth is Mama gonna cook for us tonight, and where is she gonna get enough of them? Well, as long as I get ketchup with it..."